[Open] Dying seems less sad than having lived too little..
Characters: Yoite and [you?]
Setting/Location: one of the kitchen areas, he's not even sure himself.
Date & Time: day 5
Warnings: blood and possible crippling pain. You might be attacked so be prepared if you tag this.
Summary: Yoite has worked out that Miharu is gone. He cant feel him any more. He's annoyed, heartbroken and on the verge of snapping ... and looking for cake.
The Kitchen? Well it sure felt and smelt like a kitchen. Yoite had stumbled around this caravan for long enough, having hidden from the others that dwell inside its multitude of rooms, the Kira-user finally realized he was truly alone. Miharu was gone, he could no longer feel the boy and this troubled him more than anything else, without Miharu there was no one that could give Yoite what he wanted most in the world ... to have never existed, to be erased from all knowledge of those that had encountered him.
The Kitchen was larger than he though, feeling through the closets and cool box, looking in his search for cake or something sweet that he might be able to just about taste. Fumbling, bumping into things and causing quite the mess. There was blood dripping from his lips and what with his almost transparent flesh, highlighting all the dark blue veins over his body, Yoite almost looked like some creature of the night, wild hair longer than it was when he first arrived here, cascading over his thin feminine shoulders.
Still coughing and spluttering, yet he never bothered to cover his mouth this time, spewing a puddle of vermilion fluid over the tiles of the floor, he was like something from a zombie movie, misty blind eyes glazed as they blinked slowly.